Image source: SVG Silh I am walking in and everyone is looking at me. I am thinking they all watched the trial; I hear it was a very popular trial. Everyone is starring, making me feel like I am walking

Image source: Wikimedia Commons Prologue - Childhood Dreams The soft snore of Latifah’s sleep had a company as the floor creaked slightly from the soft measured steps that produced a tune almost inaudible

This short story was written to take part in Mctiller's weekly writing contest. Henry made sandwiches for dinner. After a year of failing to cook anything close to food he'd resigned himself and his son

It was a bright Tuesday morning and the man sat in a dark musty apartment. The smell was like dust and age, with a hint of negligence. He reflected on the futility of action, and also the futility of not

This was written to participate in a contest started by mctiller It might not fall exactly in line with the competition but I had a lot of fun putting some spin on the prompt. Please enjoy and tell me